The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

On the afternoon of the funeral, a huge motorcade drove into the Earl of McGarden and stopped by the village near the manor.

Because there is a road leading to the northern wasteland near here, there are a large number of caravans and small merchants entering and leaving the wasteland every year around the autumn to supply supplies before going north and rest after going south.

The McGarden family also set aside an open space outside the village for the merchants as a place to trade.

As an important transportation supply station and business hub, the McGarden family has never charged merchants a single copper plate of road tax, but the price of supplies is slightly higher than other places, but in general, the merchants’ Costs are still reduced.

Summer is not a good time for ordinary merchants to go to the northern wasteland to trade.

Now the herdsmen on the northern wasteland are in a semi-nomadic and semi-agricultural period, and they have established a large number of settlements on the northern edge of the maple forest.

Juvenile and elderly herders grow drought-tolerant grains similar to corn around settlements, and unmanaged pastures in distant places for livestock to spend the winter.

Young and middle-aged herders drive their livestock to the grasslands to the north in spring, and return to the settlement to slaughter livestock and make leather in autumn.

Every autumn, a large number of caravans will go north to the wasteland from here to sell all kinds of daily necessities, tea and other daily necessities, and then buy local specialties such as dried meat, leather, parchment and so on.

So in this hot summer, almost no caravan stopped here.

However, the green caravan flag that came today is different from the caravan embroidered with golden trees and yellow wheels. Every spring or summer, it passes through here and enters the wasteland.

"Because we are a caravan specializing in buying and selling luxury goods!" Aubrey, the second head of the caravan, once said to Charles, "Those people in the north, only when the snow is about to bury their houses in winter. There is time to make good things at home, so we have to buy them in the spring or summer. If we go again in the fall, there will be more people buying, and the purchase price will increase accordingly.”

Aubrey made a lot of sense, and Charles would find no reason to refute for a while. And this caravan has been doing this for decades, and Charles has no reason to refute.

On a sunny morning, Aubrey found Charles again. At this time, Charles was in the church where he was temporarily staying, trying on the new clothes that Aunt Pomegranate had made for him.

"Master, do the clothes fit?" Aunt Pomegranate asked.

After moving around a bit, Charles felt that this suit was a little too big.

"It fits well, thank you, Aunt Pomegranate." Charles gave Aunt Pomegranate a smile.

"It just fits." Aunt Pomegranate carefully arranged every detail of the clothes for Charles, while exhorting, "Master, be careful when you go out in the future, don't eat indiscriminately, don't drink raw water, and don't casually talk to strangers. People talk, most of the people who are courteous to you at the first meeting are either traitors or thieves, and they must flee in time when they are in danger..."

"Thank you, Aunt Pomegranate." Charles hugged the maid who had taken care of him for eight years.

That night, all the maids on duty in the manor were also killed. Only Aunt Pomegranate, who brought home the dessert that Charles left for her, and several maids who came home from vacation survived.

However, the perpetrators of the royal family have nothing to say to these innocent civilians. In the end, Charles gave each victim a pension of ten years' salary.

Now, although Charles is leaving, the manor has to be rebuilt. In the period between when the manor was built and when Charles returned, the manor was still managed.

Just because he was the first to come to the church to take care of Charles after learning that Charles woke up, and after learning that Charles was going on a long trip, he changed the clothes that were originally planned for the nine-year-old grandson at home into suitable clothes for Charles overnight. Hand over the position of the head maid to Aunt Pomegranate.

At the door of the church, after waving goodbye to Aunt Pomegranate who left with tears in his hands, Charles went to the side to talk to Aubrey.

"From today, I am your employee." Charles said to Aubrey.

"Don't, don't!" Aubrey waved his hands quickly, "You haven't come to the caravan to report, so you are still Earl McGarden in front of me, so let's talk about business."

"We have three empty carriages now, and we plan to fill them with your potions. For the sake of our upcoming work, give me a discount."

Charles raised his head and looked at this old fox in his sixties who was still running around with a caravan. He had the urge to flatten him.

Aubrey has been in business with his father since he was fifteen. When he was 20 years old, he spent all the money to purchase a batch of white sugar in the south, and planned to go north to make a fortune during the festival. As a result, in order to save time, the wooden bridge collapsed due to floods when crossing the bridge, and all the carriages, horses and goods were washed away by the water. When he was about to go bankrupt and become a slave, he was helped by Elizabeth, who had just walked out of the sea of ​​elf trees, and then turned over.

However, Charles did not give Aubrey any chance. He said, "Go to the pharmaceutical workshop to find Horace. He is now the general manager of all workshops, and he is responsible for the sales."

"Also, I have already reported to the big boss of the caravan. So I am now a member of the caravan."

Aubrey's face suddenly darkened. If it weren't for the fact that the Temple of the Gods had an age limit for hiring workers, those under the age of fourteen were prohibited from hiring, and those over the age of eight but under the age of fourteen could be hired at their discretion due to family conditions, or orphans whose parents had died. As much as he could, Aubrey ordered Charles to be responsible for negotiating with Horace.

"Why did you assign that deadhead nerd to be the chief steward!" Aubrey complained.

"Because he's a brainless nerd." Charles raised his brow defiantly, but Aubrey couldn't see it. Charles forgot for a while that he was wearing a mask with only his mouth on his face. Two-hole socket that lives in the face.

"Then let's go back to the caravan now." Aubrey said to Charles, "After the last rest tonight, we will set off tomorrow when the sun rises, and then spend two days walking through the maple forest."

"No problem," Charles replied, "I'm just going to report to the caravan."

"Then let's talk about your work." Aubrey looked at Charles, "What do you want?"

"Common language, Northland language, Wasteland language, some demon languages ​​and arithmetic." Charles said with his fingers.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Professor McGarden is a world-renowned master of language." Aubrey sighed about Charles' grandfather, "His premature departure is a great loss to the linguistics community."

Charles also sighed. Although there are magic and divine arts in this world, there are also all kinds of extremely dangerous diseases. His grandmother died of a sudden illness two years before he was born. At that time, St. Angel's Mother was walking in the northern wasteland, and the priest who stayed at the church was helpless. His grandfather suffered a heart attack while sleeping, and found it too late the next day.

Charles also suspects that since there are magical animals and plants rich in magic in this world, it is not impossible for some bacteria with magical powers to appear.

Then it is also not impossible that there are magic antibiotics like penicillin.

Aubrey patted Charles on the back of the head lightly, and said, "Who did you learn the skills of applying for a resume? Northland and Wasteland are dialects of the common language, so you can bully those who haven't seen you in the south. A dead country bumpkin."

"The demon language is alright. Professor McGarden has deep knowledge in the study of demon language. If the antiques we purchased have demon characters, you can help me check them."

"How much can you count?"

Charles wanted to say that I can do calculus like the other protagonists of the time traveller, but it was impossible. He replied: "Four arithmetic and average can be used."

"Then do the math." Aubrey took out a roll of parchment from his shoulder bag and handed it to Charles.

Charles opened the parchment and found that it was the food consumption of the caravan this month. There are mainly brown bread, oatmeal, jerky, salt and bad wine that people eat, as well as concentrated fodder for draught horses, such as black beans, salt and eggs.

As Charles walked, he mentally calculated the total consumption of each material, and then reported it to Aubrey.

In the end, Aubrey repeated the total amount reported by Charles just now, and then said, "Wait for me to do the calculation. If your calculation is correct, then the work of calculating the daily food consumption will be handed over to you."

Along the way, Aubrey taught Charles, the new employee, the precautions in the caravan and the safety rules of life in the wild. Charles, who was a construction dog in his last life, listened to these things very seriously, because he knew that no matter which world he was in, these safety rules were bought with his life.

The two talked as they walked, and then they came to the village.

The arrival of the caravan made the village lively for a while, and now they are about to leave, the villagers' trade has been completed, and the members of the caravan are also making the final preparations before heading north.

Unlike ordinary small businessmen who only have one to several two-wheeled open-top carriages, this caravan that travels between major cities all year round, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com has nearly 20 four-wheeled carriages as trucks, feed trucks, grain trucks, utility trucks, boss RVs and passenger cars. There were more than twenty horses pulling the carts and spare draughts, and more than thirty horses in total with the horses of the escort. In addition to the big boss Elizabeth, the second-in-command Aubrey and Charles, the old drivers, carpenters, veterinarians, doctors, cooks and escorts in the caravan totaled nearly fifty people.

"Boss, you are back!" A different elf girl beckoned to Aubrey and Charles beside the motorcade.

"This is Halcala, the pharmacist we just joined this year." Aubrey introduced the two of them. "This is our new member, Charles."

∠(｀ω′*): "Report to the boss, the eldest sister has led the vanguard team to explore the way first!"

"I see." Aubrey was accustomed to the big boss Elizabeth leading the team to investigate.

Then Halcala put Charles in his arms at once, "Are you Charles, poor child, eldest sister asked me to take care of you for the past two days, please feel free to ask me if you have anything!"

The breathable nostrils on Charles' mask were immediately blocked by the places where Halcala was different from other elf girls. If there was no ventilation at the edge of the mask, he would have been suffocated to death.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and there was nothing to say all night.

The next morning, when the sun was above the horizon, with a whistle from Aubrey's mouth, the huge team began to slowly move north.

On the top of the food carriage, Charles looked back at the place where he had lived for eight years, and waved goodbye to Aunt Pomegranate and Horace who had not returned from the roadside.

In the early morning of August 10, 1919, Charles left his hometown.

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